The smell of burning flesh
Makes me want to gag
As my finger blisters and swells
From my own foolish mistake
I couldn't help it,
It was the candle's fault
It told me to burn that paper
Just to watch it go
I held on a bit too long
Not realizing how close
The flame really was
Now I'm nursing my burnt finger
And soothing wounded pride
Next time the candle beckons
I'll turn the other way
Find something
That just won't burn as quick
Something with which I can play.
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